We fit, the three of us.
“You shut me out,” she says softly. It’s a variation of what she’s said before.
“I did.” His fingers linger against her skin. “I could tell you weren’t happy. I thought you planned on leaving.”
She stares. “You thought I was going to leave because I was unhappy, so you decided to shut me out and make me more unhappy?”
“I didn’t say it was a smart decision.”
I stroke my hand back up his spine. “It won’t happen again.”
“You can’t make promises like that,” she whispers.
“Yes, I can. You might both withdraw on instinct, but I don’t. If we veer off the course, I’ll stage an intervention. Promise.”
“Fuck, Hercules, you’re such a Boy Scout.” Her words have no venom, just a strange kind of awe.
Hades moves off her to kneel between her thighs. “That’s about enough talking for the moment. We’re on the same page. We’ll decide a course forward in regards to the rest of it later. Right now, our Hercules has a request.”
My blood heats up. “More.”
“Oh, now you have nothing to say. So strange and shocking.”
Hades crawls off the bed and stands. He considers us for a moment, and it’s like a switch being flipped. I’m holding my breath again, but it’s with the kind of anticipation that comes before a violent summer storm. It’s inevitable and I’ll love every moment of it, but it may hurt along the way. He finally motions with those elegant hands. “Fuck her. Make it good, little Hercules, but neither of you are allowed to come.”
My heartbeat picks up, thundering in my chest in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” Meg echoes, though she gives her words an ironic slant.
I snag her hips and drag her under me. “Always so mouthy.”
“You’re one to talk.”
I kiss her in response. Truly, it’s the only thing that makes sense. She’s so fucking warm and soft beneath me, and she wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself completely. It’s the easiest thing in the world to draw back enough to angle into her. I lace my fingers through hers and guide her hands to the mattress on either side of her head. Her pale skin is flushed and her lips are swollen from our kisses…and from my fucking her mouth. The memory rolls over me, and I have to stop moving and close my eyes for a moment, fighting for control.
“Problem?” Hades’s casual question sounds behind me. I have a feeling that if I lose control, he’ll punish me, and while that might be fun in a different situation, this moment means too much to derail.
“No,” I grit out. “No problem.”
“Mmm.” The mattress shifts as he climbs back onto it. I don’t need to look back to know that he’s moving to the spot directly behind me. I can feel him there. He runs his hands down my back and carefully uncrosses Meg’s legs and guides them wide, giving him plenty of space to work with. “She feels good, doesn’t she? Tight and wet and made just for you.”
“For us.”
His chuckle rolls down my spine. “Yes, little Hercules. For us.” He kisses the back of my neck, setting his teeth against my sensitive skin. “Sometime soon we’ll both fill her. Would you like that?”
For Meg to be shared between us the same way they shared me last night? The same way they’re sharing me right now? “Fuck yes.”
“Would you like that, love?”
Her hands spasm in mine in response, but she manages to sound slightly put upon when she answers. “I suppose I could rise to the occasion.” She arches beneath me. “Hercules, don’t stop.”
“Don’t tease the poor man. He’s hanging on by a thread.”
Something wet slides down between my ass cheeks and I freeze, sheathed in Meg to the hilt. And then Hades is there, his hard cock pressing in, in, in to me. My breath leaves me in a whoosh. He barely gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him. His hips bump mine, sealing us together. Hades leans down until his breath teases the curve of my ear. “Move, Hercules. Seal the bargain.”
I thrust into Meg and then back onto Hades cock. The first stroke is pure experiment, but he’s given me enough room to move. To control this the tiniest bit, to chase my pleasure at their whim. I have every intention of going slow, of enjoying every second of this. I don’t stand a chance. Not when Meg runs her hands down my chest and Hades mirrors the movement on my back. Not when they kiss me and then each other across my body. Something snaps inside me and my brakes give out. I push Meg back flat on the bed and drive into her and then drive myself onto Hades’s cock. I become a rutting beast, my entire focus narrowing down to filling and being filled. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. I can’t do anything but fuck.